I buy a gun because I’m free to defend myself, and I’m scarred—scarred, because I heard my neighbor has a gun. But now that I have one, you are scarred, because you control neither me nor my neighbor, and who knows, one of us might be crazy, or have a crazy relative—you are free to imagine the worst. So you go and get a gun—compelled by your nightmares, controlled by your freedom. And now we are all scarred together—bound together. We are bound by freedom and fear. Terrified of each other.